Page 80 of Hired By My Rich Baby Daddy 3

The phone started ringing before I could say anything else.

I glanced at the screen but didn’t pay attention to the name.

“I feel stupid as fuck,” I said. “I’m sitting here talkin’ ’bout taking care of y’all and building a family with you. I really believed she was my daughter.”

“She is your daughter Ozyris!”

“According to these muthafuckin’ results, she ain’t!” I yelled, my voice echoing.

“No... Ozy, let me see it!” she begged.

The phone continued ringing between us. I looked down at the screen again, ready to silence the call, but the caller ID stopped me.

WESTBRIDGE MEDICAL CENTER.

My stomach dropped. I answered immediately.

“Hello?”

“Hi, may I speak with Mr. Ozyris Brentley?”

“Yeah, this is him. Is my uncle straight?”

“This is Nurse Dana Collins calling from Westbridge Medical Center. Mr. Marcus Brentley went into cardiac arrest again. His medical team was able to revive him, but this episode was more severe than the first. His medical team is preparing to take him back for additional imaging and treatment. I wanted to contact you so that you would be aware of the change in his condition and...”

“I’m on the way.”

I ended the call and threw the covers off me.

“What’s going on?” Noree asked.

“Something happened with my uncle.”

I grabbed my sweatpants from the floor and pulled them on. Noree climbed out of bed with the sheet wrapped around her body.

“Is everything okay?”

“Unc went into cardiac arrest again.”

“Oh my God.”

I picked up my white tank top and pulled it over my head without looking at her.

She hurried over and reached for my arm, but I pulled away before she could touch me.

“Ozy, can you just wait one second, please?”

“Look, I’m ’bout to go check on my family. We’ll talk about this shit later.”

“But…that test is wrong.”

I shoved my feet into my shoes.

“Ozy, please…”

I looked at her one last time.

Her eyes were filled with tears, and the sheet was clutched tightly against her chest.